Moving Pixels

Quigley Down UnderBrings the "Code of the West" to the foreign soil of Australia. The sequel, "Quigley and Cheese," follows his grandson (Paul Reubens) as he travels to France and takes on French Bullies.

A Bridge Too FarAn example of what happens when you let Allies command U.S. troops.

This Is the ArmyFeatures a young Army Lieutenant with a bright future, you might've heard of him.

Band of BrothersIt is a great tribute to one of many outstanding units of the Allies in World War II. If only more of their accounts could be represented as well.

The Great Escape"Afraid this tea's pathetic. Must have used these wretched leaves about twenty times. It's not that I mind so much. Tea without milk is so uncivilized." - Flt. Lt. Colin Blythe

Stripes"We're all very different people. We're not Watusi, we're not Spartans, we're Americans. With a capital "A," huh? And you know what that means? Do you? That means that our forefathers were kicked out of every decent country in the world."

PattonMy Old Man thought enough of this movie he took me to see it in the theater.

Thursday, May 27, 2004

I'm Just Askin' - VIII

I can't believe the wailing, moaning and gnashing of teeth going on in this country over that lame show "American't Eyedull". Some chick wins a phone-in poll-style vote and you'd think it was Algore's encore.

I can't say I never saw it - I did catch a glimpse around the time that dentally-challenged "She-Bang" dude caught fire (that woulda been intresting) - but I am of the considered opinion that it's fluff. And extremely lame fluff at that.

I can say I never had to watch it. The yutzpucklers on WWL radio's moaning show recapped it every morning-after, so I knew who was great, who stunk, who got gonged, to what extent the gonging was a travesty, yada, yada, yada.

I don't CARE who won. Not that winning is necessarily the nazz either. I hear the runners-up don't have to wait for the reigning Miz Yammerica to step down, they get their own contracts because they've had so much exposure. Even Neworlinsown George Huff is currently on some kind of tour or another, so he's not exactly rinsing dishes at Copeland's for a living.

But the one thing I took an interest in was the overbearing pomposity of that cocksure, fully self-aggrandized judge, Simon Barsinister Cowell (mooooooooo).

Wouldn't all you teeth-gnashing wailers out in the wilderness just love it if those pathetic candidates gathered together one collective 'nad and challenged that blithering ego trumpet to put his big-shot big-mouth out there and sing something?